Chapter 49

Before long, the day of the Chinese-foreign boxing match arrived. Due to the turmoil caused by the Black-robed Asura's indiscriminate killings, to quell the unrest and ease the tensions between the Chinese and foreigners, the British colonial government placed great importance on this event. David, the foreign police superintendent in charge, although greedy and lecherous, and secretly called "Devil Head" by his subordinates like Fat Bo, did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent this time.

To make the Chinese-foreign boxing match a grand event, Devil Head not only requisitioned a large indoor arena but also mobilized over two hundred disciples from the Hong Zhenan Martial Arts School to work as unpaid volunteers. Despite the short preparation time, the venue was splendidly decorated.

Yip Man, along with Jiang Chen, Huang Liang, Xu Shichang, and others, arrived at the main hall of the competition venue. They arrived neither too early nor too late, and the hall was already filled with many people, both Chinese and foreigners. Some were dressed in tattered clothes, while others were in splendid attire. They took their seats according to the ticket numbers they held. On the stage, a group of Hong Quan disciples, dressed in black, were practicing their moves, demonstrating the techniques of Hong Quan.

"Master Yip!" Just as Yip Man and the others were watching the performance on stage, Hong Zhenan walked over.

"Master Hong!" Yip Man quickly stood up, clasped his hands in a salute, and said with great courtesy, "Thank you, Master Hong, for the tickets. It allows us to broaden our horizons."

"Please, please," Hong Zhenan smiled and waved his hand. "Later, representatives from various schools will perform. Have your disciples prepare as well. They can go up and show their skills, and this is also a good opportunity to promote your Wing Chun school."

"Thank you!" Yip Man's words were filled with gratitude. After all, he had only recently established his school in Hong Kong. Although Jiang Chen had deliberately promoted it, his seniority was still too shallow. Such a promotional opportunity would undoubtedly be beneficial for the future development of Wing Chun.

Hong Zhenan had other martial arts school masters to attend to, so he didn't linger with Yip Man. After accepting his salute, he turned to greet others.

While Hong Zhenan was greeting the masters of various martial arts schools in Hong Kong, on the other side of the VIP seats, Devil Head, who was responsible for organizing the Chinese-foreign boxing match, had a look of displeasure on his face.

At that moment, a tall and robust British man walked in from the side. He patted Devil Head's shoulder enthusiastically, "Hey, buddy!"

"Hello, Taylor!" Seeing the newcomer, Devil Head quickly stood up to greet him. "We have a show prepared for you before the match!" As he spoke, he invited the man to sit down and pointed to the martial arts performance on the stage.

Taylor, the real name of the British boxing champion "Tornado," said, "Thank you!" and then sat down, watching Zheng Weiji and others performing Hong Quan on the stage. He tilted his head in confusion and asked, "What is this? A British pantomime? Why are they dancing and shouting?"

"..." Hearing Taylor's words, Devil Head shook his head, looking at the performance on the stage with a mocking smile. "Taylor, that's not a British pantomime. It's Chinese martial arts. They believe that shouting gives them strength!"

"Huh!" Taylor's lips curled into a sneer. "Is that so? Then I'll give them a reason to shout, okay?"

"Go ahead!" Devil Head and the others burst into malicious laughter.

Taylor's lips curled, and he stood up from his chair, walking straight onto the stage. He looked at the Hong Quan disciples who were waving their arms and kicking, with a mocking expression on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems Tornado is eager to try!" Seeing Tornado on the stage, the host first announced in English, then in Chinese, "The boxing champion seems very interested in Chinese martial arts!"

At that moment, Zheng Weiji and the other Hong Quan disciples had just finished their routine and were thanking the audience.

"Very good!" Tornado looked at the audience clapping, shrugged his shoulders in confusion, and felt he should show what true strength was. He walked over to Zheng Weiji, who was standing at the front of the line, and said with a smile, "Hit me!"

"Huh?" Zheng Weiji didn't understand English and looked at the man in front of him with confusion.

"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji didn't understand, Tornado repeated himself and pounded his chest with his fist.

This time, although Zheng Weiji didn't understand the words, he understood the meaning. The foreigner was clearly looking for trouble. Seeing the contemptuous look on the man's face, he clenched his fists and threw a powerful punch at the man's chest.

"Bang!" A dull sound echoed as Tornado, relying on his robust physique, took the punch without any change in his expression.

"Amazing! Cool!" Seeing their country's boxing champion take the punch without flinching, the British audience erupted into enthusiastic applause.

Feeling a tickling sensation in his chest, Tornado grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and mocked, "Use some strength, come on!"

"Ha ha ha..." The British audience, seeing their champion seemingly taunting the Chinese boxer, burst into a cacophony of laughter.

"Come on, come on..." Hearing the mocking laughter from the audience and seeing the foreigner's taunts, Zheng Weiji's face flushed with anger. He knew the foreigner was insulting him and the Chinese people. He wouldn't hold back any longer. He raised his fist and struck the man's head with all his might.

The head is a vital part of the body. Although Tornado was somewhat arrogant, he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't let Zheng Weiji hit him in the head. He immediately blocked Zheng Weiji's right fist and then, with a simple uppercut, sent Zheng Weiji flying several meters away, where he fell unconscious.

Seeing his disciple knocked out, Hong Zhenan, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't sit still. Just as he was about to stand up, he was forcibly held down by Fat Bo sitting next to him, who then shook his head. Fat Bo and Hong Zhenan were old friends for decades. He knew Hong Zhenan's temper, but Hong Zhenan had already offended Devil Head. If anything went wrong now, Hong Zhenan would have no way to survive in Hong Kong.

"Come on!" On the stage, after knocking out Zheng Weiji, Tornado became even more contemptuous of so-called "Chinese Kung Fu." He shouted at the remaining Hong Quan disciples. The young men, unable to bear the provocation, rushed at Tornado with fists and kicks. Tornado, however, was not concerned. He used his strength and speed to easily knock down the Hong Quan disciples, one after another. With each fall, Tornado's arrogance grew, and he laughed arrogantly, "See? This is strength!"

The British audience, seeing their champion easily defeat the opponents, cheered and clapped, with some even whistling.

"Go help them." At that moment, Jiang Chen gave the order, and the Wing Chun disciples quickly went up to help the fallen Hong Quan disciples. Disciples from other schools also joined in to assist.

"Is this Chinese martial arts?" Tornado, watching the disciples from various schools helping the fallen Hong Quan disciples, mocked, "You should go back to dancing!" The interpreter then shouted into the microphone, "The champion says your Chinese martial arts are useless. Go back to dancing!"

"What did you say, foreign devil!"

"Looking for death, you dead foreign devil!"

Hearing the interpreter's words, the martial artists from various schools in the audience became enraged. They stood up, pointing at Tornado on the stage, and shouted in anger. The entire main hall of the competition venue descended into chaos, and the stage was no exception. Many people rushed onto the stage, and the official representatives of the boxing match also surged forward to try to stop the conflict.

Seeing the foreigner's arrogance, Huang Liang, a young man full of passion, couldn't bear it any longer. His face flushed with anger, he lifted the ropes on the side of the stage, walked along the edge, and circled around to Tornado's back. Seeing Tornado knock down people one by one, he raised his fist and struck Tornado's head with all his might!